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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:01 am
Greer Nelson So, who's volunteering to make a Kapow! thread in the Von Helson Mansion?
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:04 am
Mercy_Graves Lex Joseph Luthor I rather like wolves. Unlike their common cousins, they maintain a noble sense of pride and majesty. Except, of course, for the ones who've gotten too used tio eating scraps from mankind's table. SIR! *offers Mr. Luthor a cigarette* *Accepts the cigarette with a malicious sparkle in his eye* Mercy, I see you're getting tio know the local colour. It's not the worst scene I've ever been in, all things considered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:06 am
Jean-Paul *Jean-Paul's head snaps to one side as his cheekbone gives, but he doesn't stagger. A moment later, he's a flurry of movement, pounding Wolverine from every angle, concentrating on the soft spots when he can get past the more experienced fighter's guard* *All he could do was grunt as his body began to bruise with spots taking rapid shots. He blocked about seventy percent of the flurry on his frame, but then again, most of his body was defendable. But that was all right. The more pain that came in, the more he just let it build up his rage. And then he snapped! Leaping out, he caught, mostly by luck, partially by his programmed mind in defense and attack from days gone past, JP by the neck and took him to the ground. Once there, he'd pull his claws out and press them against his temple, the right fist closed around the skinnier man's neck. His voice was a horse croak, repairng vocal cords coming out garbled.* ..Nnhg, Le' you go.. You 'ologize f'r th'a pr-prank... an' you dro' drop it as 'f ne'er hap'ned... *He was breathing hard, trying to keep himself from just pushing the claws through the other Canadian's temple and ear lobe. But he was willing to drop it, only if JP apologized and it was never brought it up again.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:09 am
*grabs a handful of Logan's hair and sticks a charged card right up to his nose*
"Logan, we been friends for a long time but you an' I bot' done t'ings in de name of love we wish we forget. Now sheathe de claws, let go of him, and back away. You know DAMN well I hate fighting in dis place!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:12 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau *grabs a handful of Logan's hair and sticks a charged card right up to his nose*
"Logan, we been friends for a long time but you an' I bot' done t'ings in de name of love we wish we forget. Now sheathe de claws, let go of him, and back away. You know DAMN well I hate fighting in dis place!" *Keeping his right hand on JP's throat, he snatched his left hand up from JP's temple, clamping his grip on the Cajun's wrist and sneered.* Po'er d'wn that car-ard... *At least his voice was coming back* I'm gunna b' th' only one walkin' fr'm th'is if you b'ow us up... *His eyes burned up at the taller man, his claws reflecting the pinkish glow from the card infront of his face*
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:13 am
Cpl James Howlett ..Nnhg, Le' you go.. You 'ologize f'r th'a pr-prank... an' you dro' drop it as 'f ne'er hap'ned... *He was breathing hard, trying to keep himself from just pushing the claws through the other Canadian's temple and ear lobe. But he was willing to drop it, only if JP apologized and it was never brought it up again.* *glares, bruised, bloody and not having a terribly easy time breathing or speaking with the weight of Wolverine's skeleton behind that grip* "You keep saying you'll give me something to complain about, so do it or shut your mouth."
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:16 am
Jean-Paul Cpl James Howlett ..Nnhg, Le' you go.. You 'ologize f'r th'a pr-prank... an' you dro' drop it as 'f ne'er hap'ned... *He was breathing hard, trying to keep himself from just pushing the claws through the other Canadian's temple and ear lobe. But he was willing to drop it, only if JP apologized and it was never brought it up again.* *glares, bruised, bloody and not having a terribly easy time breathing or speaking with the weight of Wolverine's skeleton behind that grip* "You keep saying you'll give me something to complain about, so do it or shut your mouth." *With one last glare down at JP, he lifted his head up, just enough to slam it down into the floor. Nothing life threatening, but enough to make his eyes spin. With a huff, he stumbled back, letting go of Remy's hand and glaring. His own head thumped, the aftershock of those knuckles at the base of his skull rattling his brain* F'rget this... *And thus the stumble to his booth to heal up a bit*
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:16 am
edit......
*Jake peeks up from under the table*
"Is it safe yet?"
***
Remy pours a beer from the tap and walks over and plops an insanely tall glass, three feet in height, in front of Logan and filled with beer.
Remy smiles at the sight of Logan's eyes focusing on the TALL glass.
"Called a yard mon ami. I "picked one up" at Disney World. Trust me, you'll need dis if you encountered Jake."
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:23 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau edit...... *Jake peeks up from under the table* "Is it safe yet?" *** Remy pours a beer from the tap and walks over and plops an insanely tall glass, three feet in height, in front of Logan and filled with beer.
Remy smiles at the sight of Logan's eyes focusing on the TALL glass.
"Called a yard mon ami. I "picked one up" at Disney World. Trust me, you'll need dis if you encountered Jake."*Just grunts and stubbornly stares at the glass. Not that he didn't want it, but his throat hurt from talking before it was fully healed. Plus, his head pounded. And, probably, now life would go back to normal that Logan had gotten his steam off and would go back to just not caring anymore. Just nods a thanks to Remy, and pulls out a straw*
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:24 am
*Jean-Paul waits for the room to stop spinning before he tries to take his feet. It takes a while. Add to that the ribs, the broken face, busted knuckles, and freshly bruised throat, he needs medication. He heads for the bar.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:25 am
Jean-Paul *Jean-Paul waits for the room to stop spinning before he tries to take his feet. It takes a while. Add to that the ribs, the broken face, busted knuckles, and freshly bruised throat, he needs medication. He heads for the bar.* *Jake is already there with a tall glass of milk and a bottle of Ibuprofren* "Er, milk does a body good?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:33 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau *Jake is already there with a tall glass of milk and a bottle of Ibuprofren* "Er, milk does a body good?" *speaking slowly and clearly so as to not be misunderstood* Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. *goes hunting Scotch*
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:34 am
(OOC: On this note, I shall take my leave. Got a long day of work ahead of me tomorrow. See ya folks and Happy Easter!)
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:36 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau (OOC: On this note, I shall take my leave. Got a long day of work ahead of me tomorrow. See ya folks and Happy Easter!) G'night!
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 8:21 am
*Wakes up in the corner in his booth. Finds no one else around...and notices he'd finished that glass over the night.* Damn.
*Yawns, gets up and s tretches, making his way to the bar to get a fresh beer. Lights a new cigar on the way*
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